Beginning to nod a bit now as I keep the moonlit watch
Looking out over the shades of darkness and shadow
Sweeping the green land down to rivulets running
And glinting in the distance.
Some things one does from habit gained a ways ago
And not because there is need for it to be so any longer. My toes are touching down into the hyphae that branch
Beneath the fairy caps and other fungi that dot this hill o'mine.
By this means alone, I may yet have some word of
Ever-rarer others
Far and farther. Once they hook in their fingers or toes, ears or nose
They can sense me as well and we connect.
It's not like a conversation... like this one we be sharing now. ;)
'Tis more of a huge breath of release and the
Draught of lightning flash and thunder crack
Up and down real quick like. Then we sit together, still, and share pulls on these
Ancient threads that have bound us across this mother
Forever.It's a hard thing to let go of connections to
Begin a daylight foraging or be gone exploring the ruins
Where the bats come to congregate of late. I ne'er know widder I shall feel the tug of
That one silver thread out of those yet left...again.
Once released some have gone and nev'r come back
Though it be the same moon shining down in the span. Tis a mystery to me, and my greatest fear
Is that in the end there will only be me. So more and more I pay attention to humans.
Will they go to the same unknowing fate?
Or is there some special gift that be for them alone?Do they know how to use the mycelium's hyphae
To commune with one another?
When I see Leslie look at me, she often has a light box
She clacks on to reach out, branching, into the world
of her fellows or the depths of her and my mind. But I know
And I feel
That she understands the silvery heart strings
That soar through every material, not needing
Mushroom strands to reach me without
Delay.(Moonlit Winter Landscape" by Remi van Haanen,
which can be found at this website!:
www.kistenet.com/brandon/Paintings.htm)